Genres: Contemp Romance
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While love had come to some of the other members of Just Short Of Chaos, Dex Rogan had no interest in getting tangled up in that mess. That is, until he stumbled upon Tatum backstage.
Before Tatum, I would have told you love was for chumps. But I would have been wrong. The moment I saw her, it was like BAM! This driving urge to be with her was more jarring than someone smacking me in the face with my drumsticks would be. And every moment since has just solidified her place in my heart. By the time I found out she was off limits, it was too late. I was all in.
Tatum Salvetti doesn’t have time for love. If it can’t be color-coded or found on the periodic table, she doesn’t need it. But when an ugly incident drives her into Dex’s arms, she’s shaken enough to step out of character for once.
I wasn’t looking for love that night, I was looking to escape, and Dex was the perfect distraction from my train wreck of a life. …He was perfect, period.
But I’m in astrophysics. I’m not stupid. I knew it wasn’t going anywhere. Even if he wasn’t just interested in a one night stand, we wouldn’t be able to hide a relationship from Zane. My brother seemed to still think of me as the ten-year-old he met when our parents wed. Well, it wasn’t any ten-year-old girl in Dex Rogan’s bed that night, and if Zane found out about it, he would go apeshit. I was trying to get away from chaos, not create it.
Tatum has sacrificed her whole life for others. But maybe this time she could think of her own desires. Could Dex’s brand of chaos be just what she needs?
Our feature today is Rock It To The Moon by M.J. Schiller. M.J. Schiller is a lunch lady/romance-romantic suspense writer. She enjoys writing novels whose characters include rock stars, desert princes, teachers, futuristic Knights, construction workers, cops, and a wide variety of others. In her mind everybody has a romance. She is the mother of a twenty-two-year-old and three twenty-year-olds. That’s right, triplets! So having recently taught four children to drive, she likes to escape from life on occasion by pretending to be a rock star at karaoke. However…you won’t be seeing her name on any record labels soon.
She’s given her life up for others. Maybe Dex’s form of chaos is just what she needs.
He seemed surprisingly relaxed and he, Jericho, Rafe, Al, and I were joking around when he looked beyond my shoulder with a wide grin and said, “It’s about time.”
As I spun to see who he was talking to, he added, “Dex, I’d like for you to meet my sister—”
“Tatum.” There was my mouth again. Talking without permission.
She dipped her chin. “Dex.”
I don’t know why it hit me so hard. I knew she’d be there. I knew she’d be wearing the damned bridesmaid’s dress, I just didn’t understand how incredible she would look in it.
Zane cocked his head. “You two know each other?”
“No,” I answered quickly.
“Yes,” she said at the same time.
“Sort of,” I changed course. “We sort of met backstage one time. Backstage,” I repeated lamely.
Zane frowned at me for a second then returned his attention to Tatum. “And who’s this?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. I didn’t even notice him, hanging on her heels like a dog. She brought a date? Why didn’t I think of that possibility?
“Umm…” Tatum glanced at me. “This is Johnny Richardson. Johnny, this is my brother Zane…”
The dweeb shook Zane’s hand. “Nice to meet your, sir.”
The corners of Zane’s lips quirked. “Oh, sir, huh?”
Rafe leaned in. “You seem to be under the illusion he’s a gentleman. I assure you, he is not.”
“Not even close,” Jericho added.
Tatum waved to Zane’s right. “This is Rafe Santiago. And Jericho Tyler.”
He shook with them, too. “Nice to meet you. I’m a huge fan.”
Tatum eyed me and hesitated. “And this is Dex Rogan.”
“Hi.” He extended his hand and I reluctantly shook it.
I nodded but didn’t say anything. Tatum was a few years younger than me, but it didn’t show. This kid did. In fact, he seemed like he couldn’t be more than eighteen. He was attractive, I guess, in that cookie cutter type of way. Dark hair, white smile, cheekbones, whatever. He looked like he was playing dress-up in his navy suit. But I really only gave him a fleeting glance because I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her hair was in a bun, like the night we met, but little white flowers were stuck in it everywhere. The straight metallic red bridesmaid dress was nice on the others, but it was like liquid fire pouring over her curves. Seduction in satin. The fur wrap covered her top half, but I knew what lie beneath. My heart beat harder. He took her hand and she glanced at me. I had to look away.